FEAR is magic

It’s a normal morning in Pony Ville; the sun rising in the east, the sound of the rooster at Sweet Apple Acres, the smell of Sweetiebell burning breakfast again. And a pink pony, waking at an unusually early hour.

Pinkie pie was woken by her pinkie senses, this pinkie sense has a certain way of telling pinkie what was about to happen, but there was something wrong with it today. It was telling her that she was going to meet somepony new today, but every time she twitched or wiggled, it sent a shiver down her spine. It confused her. It scared her!

Pinkie pie sat up in her bed and looked over to the open window, ‘It must have been the draft from that window which coursed the shivers?’ She thought.

She looked at the clock; she wasn’t supposed to be up for another hour! But there was no point in going back to sleep, so Pinkie got up and trotted downstairs to get her breakfast, trying to get her head around what her pinkie senses were telling her.

As soon as she trotted into the kitchen, she realised that she had trotted into the kitchen. Trotted, not bounced. Either she was still sleepy from waking up early, or this strange pinkie sense was getting to her?

Pinkie started making herself some pancakes for breakfast, the strange pinkie sense was all she could think about, but she didn’t know why. ‘I don’t get it,’ she thought, ‘My pinkie sense always tells me when I’m going to meet somepony new and it always tells me what they are going to be like, but all that did was make me feel strange, uneasy and scared…’ she thought about how the pinkie sense could actually scare her? ‘Maybe the pony I’m going to meet today will frighten me, like Zecora did, but now I’ve learnt not to judge a pony (or zebra) on what they look like… what if that pony is an axe murderer!? or a dentist! or someone who collects spider’s… I hate spiders! I remember when that spider…’

“Hello dear up early I see.” Pinkie’s thoughts where interrupted by a blue earth pony walking down the stairs.

“Oh, hi Mrs Cake, I didn’t see you there.” Pinkie replied.

“Are you okay Pinkie?” Asked Mrs Cake.

“Yes” pinkie said quickly without thinking, “why do you ask?”

“Because your pancake is on fire” Said Mrs Cake with a chuckle, having seen this scene a hundred times.

Pinkie pie, after taking a second to register what misses cake had just said she looked at her pancake and let out a yelp of surprise as she threw water over the flames.

After putting out the fire and making a new pancake, Pinkie sat eating while gazing out of the window, she had been trying to think of what to do about the Pinkie sense, when she saw this new pony, ‘should I just ignore this pony? No! I can’t do that! What if they find out I’ve been ignoring them and then don’t want to be my friend? What if they are friends with one of my friends and then they don’t want to my friend anymore, and what if all of their friends don’t want to…’

Her thoughts where silenced as a shiver rolled down her spine when she saw him. Pinkie didn’t notice at first, but suddenly it clicked. She saw a white earth pony walking down the street, a blank look on his face; she couldn’t take her eyes of him! He had scruffy black hair and grubby specs, he was wearing a saddlebag with a map inside and he had a strange piece of clothing that was covering his cutie mark.

‘I have to go out and meet him.’ She thought to herself, but she didn’t want to. Every bone in her body was telling her not to go outside and talk to him, but she had no reason not to. There was no real reason not to go out there and talk to him. If anything, there were so many reasons to go and see to him. She always wanted more friends and he seemed lost, so giving him a tour of Pony Ville would be a perfect way to get to know him.

After a minute of thinking about what to do, the pony she was looking at stopped to take his map out and then he put it on the ground in front of him while he stared at it.

‘This is my chance,’ thought pinkie, ‘it’s now or never!’

She put on here happy face, opened the door and bounced outside to greet this new pony.

“Hello I’m pinkie pie but all my friends call me pinkie and I couldn’t help but notice you seem lost and I was wondering if I could show you around?” She said, prepared for whatever this new pony could say to her.

To her surprise he just smiled and said “why hello pinkie I’m Dr Jonathan Crane but you can call me Crane and I would love some directions I’m new here and would love to know where there’s a café for a nice cup of coffee and a sit down. You’re welcome to stay and chat with me if you would like?”

Pinkie was surprised by how kind he was, ‘I guess there wasn’t anything to worry about.’ She thought to herself.

“Yes please, I’d love to Crane, it’s just this way.” She said with a massive heart-warming smile as she led the way hopping.

“Great,” Crane said with a smile, though not as big as pinkies, but equally as heart-warming as he followed her. “You seem to be very happy about this coffee.” Crane Exclaimed.

“Oh I’m just excited about meeting a new friend.” Pinkie said thinking about why she was so scared about meeting this new pony.

“Well I’m just glad to see you’re happy.”

“Don’t worry I’m always happy.” Pinkie said while still amazed at how nice Crane was being

“Interesting” he said with an inquisitive look on his face

“Interesting how?” pinkie asked, looking rather confused.

“Oh sorry, I’m a behavioural psychiatrist, I do that sometimes.” Crane said with a sorry look on his face. “I do apologise.”

“Don’t be sorry, that’s a good job, I was scared you’d turn out to be a dentist, or someone who studies spiders, I really don’t like spiders!

“Now that is interesting.” Noted crane.

“You’re doing it again!”

“Sorry, my specialty is fear.”

“Now that’s creepy.”

“Not as creepy as a grown woman being scared of a dentist.” Crane said jokingly.

“Hay! That’s a common fear you know.”

Crane laughed “why would you be worried about me being a dentist, don’t you have one in Pony Ville?”

“We did, but then a pony called Colgate started stalking her.”

“HEY!”

Both of them turned to see two ponies getting food from the market.

“I was not stalking her, we were just good friends.” Colgate hissed in annoyance.

“You had a poster of her in your bedroom.” Said the plum coloured pony next to her.

“Berry you’re not helping.” Colgate said glaring at her.

“What made you think I was trying to help you” Berry said with a smug look on her face.

Pinkie, crane and berry all busted into laughter wile Colgate stood there with an annoyed look on her face. Chuckling to themselves, pinkie and crane left.

“If I was a stallion it would have been beyond creepy.” Colgate reasoned

“It’s still creepy because of the fact you’re a fillyfooler.”

“Shush, not so loud, somepony might hear you.”

                                                                                                                                                 “Colgate, you’re so far in the closet, you’re in Narnia!  Hold on I’ll help you with that problem. HAY EVERYPONY, COLGATE IS A FILLIE…” Colgate put her hoof in berry’s mouth.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“Your hoof tastes fishy.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Pinkie and Crane were sitting at the café drinking coffee and enjoying the scenery.

“So,” pinkie said breaking the silence “are you moving here or just visiting?”

“I’m moving into a house here from Gotham City,” replied Crane “have you heard of it.”

“Yes it’s apparently the only major city that isn’t a bad horse pun.”

Crane chuckled “yes that’s the one but it is a horrible neighbourhood, it’s not the kind of place you would want to raise a family, let alone look for that pink frizzy haired special some pony.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Pinkie said surprised.

“Well you haven’t thrown your drink at me like all the other times I flirted so I’m going with no.” Crane said with a smile.

Pinkie blushed. Her attention was quickly brought to Cranes strange cloths (mainly because she was trying to avoid what was happening with her and crane.) “I’ve never seen cloths like that before, are they popular in Gotham?.”

“Yes, almost everypony wears them in Gotham.”

“It covers up your cutie mark.”

“It’s not the best cutie marks.”

“Can I see it?”

“Well unless you can see through fabric probably not.”

“Just take it off.”

“are you asking me to take of my clothes?”

“Well… erm.” Pinkie said blushing again.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Well… I err… erm.” Pinkie tried to say something but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was air.

Crane just laughed and said “don’t worry pinkie, I’m only joking,” Pinkie gave a sigh of relief “so then enough about me, tell me about yourself.”

As soon as she heard thoughts words Pinkie started speaking faster than the speed of light about what she does around Pony Ville. Despite her talking fast enough to make a pony want to rip their ears off, Crane surprisingly (and impressively) listened carefully to everything pinkie was saying and managed to process it.

“Wait so you use half of the money from Sugar Cube Corner to pay for non-profit parties along with all the money you make from profit parties.” Crane asked.

Pinkie sat there with a gobsmacked look on her face clicking in her head over what just happened ‘I was talking, he was listening, he understood all I was saying and when he thought he miss-heard something, he asked me if he heard it right?’ Thought pinkie, “Erm… yes… that’s right.”

“Well Pony Ville is amazingly lucky to have somepony to spread smiles. If only every town could have a Pinkie pie.”

Pinkie was touched to have that said to her, she knows she’s appreciated but when somepony says it out load, it makes her feel warm inside. “Thanks.” Pinkie said with the biggest smile she’s had in a while.

“Don’t mention it.” Crane said back with another heart-warming smile.

“Wow,” Pinkie said looking at a massive five story house “This is your house?”

“Sure is. I’ve already had a couple of stallions pre-sort the house out,” crane said as he took of his saddle bag and pulled out a pocket watch “I’m sorry but it’s too late for you to come in and look around with me, but if you give me a tour of Pony Ville I promise to give you a tour of the house.”

“Ok it’s a date, I mean, erm, a plan. I’ll meet you at Sugar Cube Corner tomorrow? Pinkie promise.”

“Pinkie promise?”

“Yes, it’s the same as a promise only nopony breaks a Pinkie promise!”

“I see,” Crane says before he holds up his watch towards pinkie “here’s a gift from me to you.”

Pinkie looks at the watch and notices how expensive it looks “No, I can’t take your watch.”

“Come on, it’s a present.”

“No, I don’t deserve something like this.”

“Listen to me pinkie, if anypony deserves this it’s you.”

Pinkie blushes “I don’t need to know what time it is.”

“Yes you do because you’re unaware that the time is for you to shut up and take my watch.”

Pinkie gives in. She takes the watch and puts it on noticing how amazing it is. “Thank you Crane.”

“My pleasure Pinkie.” He says as he turns round to walk towards his house. “Well, good night.”

“Good night crane.” Pinkie says as she turns round to walk home.

‘Wow,’ Pinkie thinks ‘he is so nice, kind, generous and a really good listener. I just know he’s going to be one of my best friends, although I think he might want to be a little more than friends? Oh Crane and Twilight are going to get on really well; he’s a kind of scientist. Rarity and Crane will as well because he knows about fashion in Gotham. Fluttershy and Crane will be friends because he did a course on being a vet. Applejack likes everypony and Crane said he used to live on a farm, so they should be able to share some stories. And crane said he knows some famous people, so maybe he knows the wonder bolts and if he gets rainbow dash to meet them they will be PFF’s. Oh this is amazing! The pony I met is amazing! I don’t know why I was having a bad feeling about him…’

Just as she thought that the watch made a loud clicking noise.

Pinkie looked at the watch with a confused look when gas spayed out of each end of the watch.

Pinkie gasps as her vision becomes blurred and everything start’s to shake. All that was going through her head was confusion when she hit the ground.

Pinkie woke up in a dark room strapped to a wall.

Still confused, she looked around to see if there were any clues that could tell her where she was, but all she could see was a shadowy figure trotting towards her with a spine chilling voice that said.

“Hello Pinkie, now a little birdy told me that you like cupcakes”

And all pinkie could do was scream. And that’s all she did do.